They couldve kicked in the door but knew the gun was still with him, One hed already used and so they feared what hed do. I floated up through the window of a room to the West. I hovered out to the hallway, tried to listen in. I heard them trying to reason, get him to open the door. His uncle begging and pleading, half-collapsed to the floor. He preached of hope and forgiveness, Said, There is always a chance to rectify what youve taken, make your peace in the world. I thought to slip through the door, I couldve entered the room, I felt the burden of murder, it shook the earth to the core. Felt like the world was collapsing. Then we heard him speak, Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 01:56:30 +0000